After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Was Spoiled by a Sweet Omega - Chapter 43
Yu Yazhi forgot she wasn’t alone and couldn’t help letting out an irritated “Tch.”
Meng Xi heard it and quickly turned to comfort her. “President Yu, did V-President Yu say something? Don’t be upset, we’ll be there soon.”
Nanshan is a third-tier city, far from the airport—it takes another two hours by car.
Yu Yazhi snapped back to attention. Fearing Meng Xi might notice her zoning out, she smoothed her hair back and said coolly, “Oh, nothing. If Yu Jiayan dares to mess with me, he won’t make it back today.”
At the same time,
Yu Jiayan was sitting in Li Yan’s spacious, bright office and sneezed.
He hadn’t actually met Li Yan before, so the words he had just said to Yu Yazhi were a complete bluff.
Well, he was bored and had nothing else to do.
Of course, he wasn’t lying entirely—he did plan to sabotage this deal later anyway.
Li Yan had just finished a meeting and, upon hearing that Mr. Yu from Yu Group had arrived, hurried out to greet him.
But when he saw a man, he was a little surprised. “You are?”
Yu Jiayan sized up Li Yan: a man in his forties, not very tall, slightly overweight, with a receding hairline forming a “Mediterranean coastline” pattern on top.
Dressed in a formal suit, he looked somewhat sharp and professional.
But Yu Jiayan didn’t like him. Well, he didn’t like his hairstyle.
Li Yan studied Yu Jiayan for a moment, finally recognizing him, and quickly forced a smile. “Ah, Vice President Yu! I thought only President Yu would come, but I didn’t expect both of you to honor us with your presence. My place is simple—please forgive any shortcomings in my hospitality.”
Yu Jiayan shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ll endure it for a while and then leave.”
Li Yan froze. He hadn’t expected such words from Yu Jiayan and didn’t know how to respond.
Checking his watch after half an hour of waiting, Yu Jiayan, growing impatient, cut straight to the point. “You’re President Li, right? I’m here on behalf of Yu Group to notify you: our SY International Hotel will absolutely not be built in this godforsaken place. I’ve looked over your contract—it won’t pass. You’d better find another buyer for your land.”
Li Yan froze.
He had assumed that with both big shots here, they would discuss a major business deal. He never expected this outcome.
The smile on his face instantly stiffened. “Vice President Yu, but, we’ve already coordinated with President Yu. We’ve been keeping this land for you for the deal. Business requires honesty and trust, after all.”
Yu Jiayan didn’t want to hear it, raising a hand to interrupt. “Stop! I’m not discussing honesty with you! Don’t moralize at me! Just know this: in Yu Group, my authority outweighs Yu Yazhi’s. If I say to cancel the cooperation, it’s canceled! Our SY International Hotel is about quality and brand. Building it here would mean lowering our own value!”
Li Yan was speechless.
This is blatant bullying!
He had been in business for years but had never encountered such unreasonable arrogance. Truly a second-generation spoiled rich kid!
Having heard of Yu Jiayan’s reputation, he decided not to argue, still smiling politely. “Vice President Yu, thank you for coming. But business or not, we still uphold goodwill. When President Yu arrives, as your host, I insist on taking you to a meal.”
The implication: Who are you? I only acknowledge Yu Yazhi! I will only negotiate with her!
Of course, Yu Jiayan didn’t catch the subtlety and arrogantly replied, “Even if you invite me to a meal, this deal won’t happen.”
Li Yan: “This IQ!” He didn’t want to waste another word.
At Dali Martial Arts Hall,
Ning Xuan stared at the chat history with Yu Yazhi on WeChat.
The more she looked, the more she felt something was off about her own replies.
At the same time, she suspected: Did she see it?
Otherwise, why would she ask who she was sending it to?
Yu Yazhi pretended ignorance: “See what?”
Ning Xuan wanted to see what she would say if she hadn’t noticed.
She replied: “Nothing. I’m at Dali Martial Arts Hall here in Hengzhuang. The scenery’s nice.”
Recalling she had taken some landscape photos earlier, she sent them over.
But carelessly, she accidentally sent a photo with Ding Jie in it. Panicking, she quickly recalled it.
Yu Yazhi’s network was slow. By the time she saw the recall, she had already angrily sent several messages:
“What did you just recall?”
“Who were you trying to send it to?”
“You’re chatting with me, yet still talking to someone else?”
“Ning Xuan, you’re something else!”
“Are you trying to make me angry enough to inherit my fortune?”
Wait, that last one didn’t quite fit. She retracted it.
“I’m in a bad mood. That idiot Yu Jiayan is bothering me, and now you too.”
Retracted again.
“Tell me who you were trying to send it to.”
Retracted.
“Ning Xuan, I’m so mad—cheer me up!”
Retracted.
Hmph, everyone knows how to retract messages, right?
Ning Xuan stared at the chat page: “Ning Xuan, you’re something else!” plus the four retracted messages, utterly confused. [Black person question marks]
“At this rate, you’re not far from getting beaten.”
Yu Yazhi sent an angry sticker.
Seeing her upset, Ning Xuan quickly sent a small orange cat pleading sticker: “Sorry! I messed up!”
Yu Yazhi was still angry: “Goodbye.”
The sticker showed a monk saying “Goodbye” and walking off briskly—a classic one.
Ning Xuan laughed. “How do you even have that sticker?”
She hadn’t expected a domineering CEO like Yu Yazhi to be so down-to-earth.
God only knew Yu Yazhi had just downloaded it online.
Seeing Ning Xuan’s reply, Yu Yazhi frowned: “Can’t I have it?”
“Yes, of course. Just, you suddenly seem so cute.”
Did that count as cheering her up?
Yu Yazhi’s mood improved slightly but she was still curious: “Don’t change the subject. You still haven’t told me who the recalled message was meant for.”
Seeing Yu Yazhi holding on to that question, Ning Xuan guessed she had seen it—she cared about who Ning Xuan had in mind.
Thinking she could ask directly: “You really care who I.”
Halfway through, she realized it sounded flirty. What if Yu Yazhi said she did care?
She only wanted to improve her relationship with Yu Yazhi—not get her romantically involved!
What to do?
While she was struggling, her phone rang.
It was Su Manyun—her third call.
She hurriedly answered: “Ah, Sister Yun, I was just tidying up. What’s the urgent matter?”
Su Manyun sat at her computer, staring at an itinerary, chest rising and falling in frustration.
Ning Xuan confirmed she was on the call and said again: “Hello, Sister Yun?”
“I’m here, Ning Bao. Listen carefully.”
Su Manyun switched the phone to her left hand and continued: “So, a friend told me that Zhu Shanshan recently turned down work, claiming she wants to pursue further studies. I thought, with her education, what further studies?
Anyway, I managed to get her itinerary. And guess what.”
Hearing this, Ning Xuan quickly responded, “I guess she, like me, is going to learn martial arts.”
Su Manyun paused mid-click, a faint smile on her lips. “Ning Bao, you could actually guess that? Go on, go on.”
“I also guess that the place she’s going to is Dali Martial Arts Hall.”
“You’ve been fully enlightened by Master Shang, haven’t you? That’s incredibly precise.”
Su Manyun mentioned Shang Li, then paused for two seconds before adding, “No, wait—Shang Li must’ve told you.”
Ning Xuan didn’t deny it. “Yeah. Zhu Shanshan is arriving tomorrow. Sister Yun, it’s about to turn into a battlefield here.”
“Afraid of what she might do? You focus on your own training, she on hers. Can’t beat her?”
“That’s true,” Ning Xuan said, “but there’s a saying: ‘Gentlemen are hard to befriend, scoundrels hard to guard against.’ You’ll need to keep a close eye on Xu Ci’s side.”
“I’m on it. I contacted Xu Ci this morning. About a week from now, the first draft of the script will be ready. Director He will start making moves, and in a week, you’ll be untouchable—like a fortress built by the Niuhuru family.”
Ning Xuan: “…”
Ning Xuan was momentarily speechless at Su Manyun’s words.
She listened to Su Manyun ramble a bit more, then saw Shang Li arriving downstairs. She said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Shang Li went upstairs, lightly knocking on the door. When Ning Xuan opened it, she noticed her luggage was still untouched and frowned. “What’s the matter? Not satisfied with the accommodations?”
If anyone else asked, Ning Xuan would’ve thought it was just a question. But coming from Shang Li, it carried an almost dangerous undertone.
“No, not at all,” she smiled, trying to explain. “Master Shang, I was just on the phone with my manager. I’ll get my things ready right away.”
Shang Li knew Su Manyun.
Before Ning Xuan arrived, Su Manyun had repeatedly reminded her to take care of her. But now that she was at her martial arts academy, Shang Li wouldn’t show favoritism.
“That’s good.”
Shang Li nodded and handed her something resembling a brochure. “This contains a week’s training schedule and some important notes. You can take a look first. Since both you and Zhu Shanshan are celebrities, and considering your special circumstances, your courses will be the same. I’ll train both of you at the same time. You don’t mind, right?”
Ning Xuan: “…”
Mind? She had huge objections.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, choosing her words carefully. “It’s like this, Master Shang, I don’t have a very good relationship with Zhu Shanshan. If we train together, there might be conflicts.”
Hearing this, Shang Li’s expression turned serious. “Perfect. Conflict, competition, motivation. If you two end up clashing, I’ll be cheering you on.”
Ning Xuan: “…”
She was left speechless.
Shang Li continued, “Any other concerns?”
Ning Xuan quickly shook her head. “No.”
Even if she had objections, there was no point in making trouble.
Shang Li clearly had her own teaching principles.
“Good. I’ll be watching your progress with interest.”
“Thank you.”
She watched Shang Li leave, then refocused and remembered she hadn’t replied to her WeChat message.
[Where are you?]
After Yu Yazhi sent that message, she retracted it four times in a row—clearly, the “Parras Cat” was angry.
Ning Xuan hurried to explain: [Sister Yun just called. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.]
No reply came for a long while.
She sent another message: [Actually, I didn’t mean to send it to anyone. It was a mistake.]
Still no response.
Yu Yazhi didn’t send another message.
It was obvious—she was very angry.
Yu Yazhi’s anger was terrifying.
Once she arrived at the Li Corporation, she efficiently finalized the contract with Li Yan.
Li Yan wanted to take her out to dinner.
Yu Yazhi refused: “Another day, I’ll treat you. Right now, I need to teach my useless little brother a lesson. Sorry for letting you witness this.”
Yu Jiayan shouted from the side: “Who’s useless? Yu Yazhi, Dad hasn’t even agreed yet, and you dare sign the contract? That’s outright rebellion, a grave act of disobedience!”
Yu Yazhi ignored him and apologized to Li Yan again: “Really sorry about this.”
Then, with a single punch, she knocked him out, pulled a rope from her bag, and, with the help of Li Yan’s secretary Zhao Rencheng, tied him up.
Yu Jiayan’s screams were ear-splitting: “What are you doing? Yu Yazhi, if you dare hit me, I’ll tell Dad for sure!”
Yu Yazhi pressed a handkerchief over his mouth and sneered: “You’d have the chance first?”
“What are you.”
He realized the danger too late, terror flashing in his eyes: “You, you dare—mmph.”
His mouth was silenced, and he was thrown into the car.
Yu Yazhi took all his valuables—phone, wallet, watch—and even removed his diamond earrings and cufflinks.
Yu Jiayan’s face drained of color, eyes brimming with tears, but he held them back.
Yu Yazhi looked at him disdainfully: “Scared? Too late.”
“Mmph.”
What are you doing? I was wrong! Please let me go!
Yu Jiayan looked pitifully at her, silently begging for mercy.
Yu Yazhi remained unmoved, coldly saying: “You’re just bored out of your mind with nothing to do. I’m feeling generous, giving you a little work to do.”
She had already planned her move on the way here—strip him of his money, leave him in a rural village, and let him experience hardship.
Meng Xi, sitting in the driver’s seat, worried: “What if Chairman Yu finds out?”
Yu Yazhi waved it off: “And what if he does? A parent who fails to teach is at fault. The eldest sister is like a mother anyway.”
She was determined to teach him a lesson.
The car sped along the road.
After more than three bumpy hours, they finally arrived at Dafu Village, at the foot of Nanshan.
Dafu Village was a remote little mountain village.
Yu Yazhi knew of it because its elderly residents lived exceptionally long lives.
The oldest reached 166 years, which had been reported by the media.
“We’re here.”
Meng Xi stopped the car.
Night had fallen.
Yu Yazhi glanced at the backseat. Yu Jiayan looked pale, drenched in sweat, nearly faint from the bumpy ride.
She removed the handkerchief and kicked him out of the car, watching him tumble onto the lush green grass.
The scenery was beautiful, the air fresh—truly a place for seclusion.
Yu Jiayan landed on the ground, smelling the fresh grass.
Then, something smelly and blackish rolled under his head.
He didn’t have time to react, panicking as he shouted: “Yu Yazhi, don’t go crazy! It’s dark, there could be wild animals! If something happens to me, that’s kidnapping and murder!”
Yu Yazhi acted as if she hadn’t heard him and signaled Meng Xi to drive off.
Meng Xi glanced at him sympathetically, turned the car around, and drove away.
Yu Jiayan completely panicked, tears streaming as he begged: “Yu Yazhi, don’t leave! Sister, I was wrong! I’m scared, please spare me! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll behave—please!”
Yu Yazhi rolled down the window and said coldly: “Don’t cry so loudly, or you’ll attract wild animals. You’ll be finished.”
She tossed him a thin eyebrow razor, letting him cut the ropes himself to escape.
“Sister, I’m begging you! Please, I’m really scared! I won’t do it again! I’ll listen to you from now on—sister, sister.”
His voice faded into the night wind.
Yu Yazhi looked back once, then pulled out her phone and made a call: “Where are you guys?”
She genuinely worried about leaving Yu Jiayan alone, so she had Li Yan send two trustworthy young men from his company’s security team to keep an eye on him.
The car passed a junction and coincidentally met their team.
Both cars stopped simultaneously.
Three men got out of the other car—the driver was Zhao Rencheng, the other two were the security guards.
Yu Yazhi checked their IDs, added their numbers, and instructed: “Don’t intervene directly. Just ensure his safety. Don’t worry if he’s hungry, falls, or freezes—let him handle it himself.”
The guards nodded: “Got it.”
Yu Yazhi transferred 50,000 yuan to each of them via Alipay as payment: “Thank you, then.”
They thanked her and walked ahead.
Zhao Rencheng greeted Yu Yazhi, got in the car, and drove back.
Yu Yazhi returned to Nanshan, hoping this ordeal would teach Yu Jiayan a lesson.
Night spread across the mountains, the moon climbing the branches.
Ning Xuan had a dream.
In the dream, Yu Yazhi shook her shoulder, shouting repeatedly: “Ning Xuan! Give me back my cat! Give it back now!”
Her roar was like a lioness by the Yellow River, waking Ning Xuan in fright.
What a weird dream.
When did she steal Yu Yazhi’s cat?
The night wind blew, and she shivered, getting up to close the window.
Checking her phone, it was already the early hours of the morning.
She couldn’t fall back asleep.
She opened Yu Yazhi’s WeChat profile and saw no reply—oh no, the Parras Cat is really angry.
How could she make amends?
After a while of hesitation, she sent the cat sticker she had sent before: [Are you there?]
Yu Yazhi had just returned to the hotel, washed up, and was about to sleep when she saw Ning Xuan’s message.
Reading her explanation slightly improved her mood. Having dealt with Yu Jiayan, she was amused to hear from the security guards that he was still crying. She replied curtly: [I’m not here.]
Ning Xuan paused for a moment, then replied: [Oh. You’re not there? I’ll ask again later then.]
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